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manage to get the words out, “I’ll ask you once more, and once more only Heather, what do you want?”

 

Chapter 4
    Shit! What do I want?
    Well, like I said that’s a loaded question!
    I want Roman William Payne, that’s what I want.
    I want him to tell me, “ NO! I did not hurt or kill those girls and I wasn’t the cause of anyone’s suicide!”
    Have you ever been at a place, or found yourself in a serious moment where your mind, or the little conscious voices
are
adamantly screaming in revolt at what your stupid love sick, butterfly filled, Cinderella-happily-ever-after believing heart is telling you? But the rose colored glasses instantly appear when your eyes land on the one, YOUR one and only, that your gut, hell even the marrow in your bones joins forces with the imbecile beating within your chest? Leaving you a hot mess questioning everything you know. Hell, I’m twenty-five years old. I have gone without intensity and passion of this magnitude since my first love…Since my first and last heartbreak in high school.
    I’m not supposed to feel this way again and for damn sure was not supposed to feel this way about Roman Payne.
    My voice wavers when I’m finally able to speak, “I want you, Roman. I want you to quit fighting me; let me in, let me show you how happy I can make you, but all you’ve ever done is…Run.”
    I glance at him searching for any effect my words have made and I am met with nothing but a blank expression. My heart constricts as my eyes well with tears and in a wobbly voice I ask, “You don’t…You don’t give a damn do you?” Yes, okay dammit, I admit at the end, tears spill over my eyelashes and stream down my face as my voice whisper-screame
s
which cause my words to become slightly indiscernible.
    Roman clears his throat and sips his drink before setting it down and taking both of my hands in his. When I look up and our eyes meet he quietly speaks, “Sweetheart, I only fucking care because I haven’t pin-pointed what there is about you other women lack. You fail to understand if I chose to make you mine I would not let you go. If I became bored, you would be so far beyond ruined there would be nothing left of you to let go.”
    His finger tips harshly grip my chin before finishing, “I’ll do nothing but hurt you. You only think your demons mirror mine, what you don’t understand, the concept you’re unable to grasp is…my demons derive from the largest evil of all, the demons you think you want to see is not only demons veiled by an angelic mask. What I’m saying, Heather, is even Lucifer was once a beautiful angel.” Roman stands and tosses a hundred dollar bill on the table. “Stop trying to find good in me, I promise you, Ms. Mackenzie, what you’re looking for does not and never has existed in me.”
    He leans over and brushes his lips against my temple before saying, “Goodbye, Mac.”
    “Goodbye, Mac? And where exactly did you become privy to that name, Mr. Payne?”
    His salacious grin makes my skin tingle before his husky voice causes my eyes to shutter closed and my thighs to clench, “Oh, baby, never think for one second that I’m not doing my homework while you are doing yours.”
    My hackles rise and my eyes fly open, “What does that mean?” I ask before narrowing my eyes on his.
    Grin unmoved he replies, “I asked what you wanted, you said me.” He crowds my personal space again before speaking, “Why? I know, or make note of every person that enters my life, be them acquaintances, new friends, potential fuck buddies, or watchers from the side lines. You have always been a sideline watcher. I want to know why and what it is you want. You say me, but I believe what you want is my sins, and those Mac, will never be revealed. As far as you’re concerned, I’m a goddamn saint.”
    I stand quickly and push myself, shoving my breasts against his hard chest and slide my right knee between his thighs, rubbing it against his growing erection,